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Dec 2016
It sat there and began to leach
out on the beach.
It's spent 'black gold'
brought death so cold
to what poor bird it's plumage found
would well as drowned
as die so slow
what way to go
for something made by God's kind hand.
Now on the sand
an empty shell
and taste of hell.
David Bremner
Written by
David Bremner  Scotland
(Scotland)   
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   Doug Potter
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